Chapter 7: The Mark of a King
Lucian stood at the edge of his villa's balcony, gazing down at the city that would soon crumble into chaos. One month. That was all the time left before the world would descend into madness.
Behind him, Clara lay on the luxurious bed, her bare shoulders exposed beneath silk sheets. Her body still trembled from the night before—her former fiancé nothing but a distant memory now. She was his, just like Irene, who sat obediently by the fireplace, her long blonde hair cascading down her back.
Lucian exhaled, his red eyes glowing under the dim lights. The preparations had to be perfect.
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The Shopping Spree
Lucian strode into a high-end weapons dealer's warehouse, his long black coat flowing behind him. The moment he stepped inside, the room filled with a suffocating pressure. The guards at the entrance tensed, instinctively placing their hands on their holsters.
"Who the hell are you?" the owner, a burly man named Marcus, demanded.
Lucian didn't answer. Instead, he raised his hand. In the next instant, every weapon in the warehouse vanished.
[Infinite Storage: Activated]
Marcus's face twisted in horror. "What the—?!"
Lucian's lips curled into a smirk. "I'm taking everything."
The guards scrambled for their guns, but Lucian moved like a shadow. A flicker of motion—two blades flashed through the air, and blood splattered against the cold concrete walls.
Marcus collapsed to the ground, eyes wide in terror.
"P-please… I'll do anything!"
Lucian crouched beside him, his voice laced with amusement. "You should have been stronger."
With a swift motion, he ended Marcus's life. The warehouse was now his.
[Supplies Secured: Firearms, Ammunition, Kevlar, Tactical Gear]
Lucian's power was growing. And soon, no one would stand in his way.
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A New Addition
Later that night, Lucian sat in a dimly lit club, sipping a glass of whiskey. Across from him, a stunning woman with long, raven-black hair and piercing green eyes sat stiffly, avoiding his gaze.
Her name was Elena, the trophy wife of a wealthy CEO.
[Beauty Evaluated: 94 Points]
Lucian smirked. Another prize.
Her husband—an overweight, greedy bastard—was across the room, laughing with business partners, oblivious to the fact that his wife was about to be stolen from him.
Lucian leaned closer, his breath teasing Elena's ear. "Why stay with a man who doesn't deserve you?"
She shivered, her fingers gripping her glass. "I… I can't just leave him…"
Lucian tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "You will. Tonight."
Her lips parted, a mix of fear and excitement flashing in her emerald eyes. "And if I refuse?"
Lucian's smirk widened. "You won't."
An hour later, she was in his car, her husband left in the dust.
The weak had no place in this world.
Lucian was just getting started.
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To Be Continued…